I found these non-Anglican fudge interesting things around the Blogsphere
As some of you know, I struggle with my weight. I’m in an up phase at the moment, and struggling with feeling like, “eff it, I just want to eat cake and to hell with the size of my butt”, followed immediately by thoughts of “I feel huge and I hate this”. Schizophrenia, here I come!
Fortunately, some sanity was to be found on this topic out in the blogsphere.
These three blog items caught my attention, all through a blog called Kate Harding’s Shapely Prose:
Reporting on all The Embodiment of all that is Wrong in Feminism since 2007. (This name comes from a comment by a troll, which Kate and crew thought was hysterical. These women are feminists, reporting on what’s wrong with reporting on fat people.)
Today’s roundup includes an essay called Pants, meet Fire Extinguisher which admonishes women to just tell the truth about what they weigh since the number is just a number, just the way fat is just a three letter word, not the end of your life, ala Joy Nash’s Fat Rant (see youtube video below – it is definitely worth viewing! Funny, irreverent stuff, and major truth getting spoken). Additionally,
Kate Sweetmachine points out that pictorially women weighing 160lbs are portrayed as 500lb women, and 500lb men are portrayed as 200lb men in drawings and ads. The result? Societally we have no adequate reference point for what real women really weigh.
The next essay, Cheers and jeers: Anorexia and Models edition draws attention to a controversial ad campaign going on in Milan during Fashion week, featuring billboards of a nude anorexic woman named Isabelle Caro. The cheers are for drawing attention to the influence the fashion industry has over the disease and some designers who are refusing to use anorexic models; jeers are for designers who don’t feel fashion is that big of an influence, and some comments by local government officials which are basically a backhanded comment to non-anorexic women.
For the record I’m about 160lbs right now, at 5′. It’s just a number, right? (OK, so maybe I’m 162 lbs..whose counting?)
My age I have no problem admitting to – admitting my true weight feels like running naked down the aisle at church during communion.
I’m beautiful just the way I am. I’m beautiful just the way I am. I’m beautiful just the way I am.
UPDATE and Note: Kate Harding stopped by and wanted to make a few clarifications:
I just want to make one clarification: the tag line for Shapely Prose is “The Embodiment of Everything Wrong in Feminism” — which is what a troll called one of the other writers for the site, and we thought it was hilarious. We definitely are feminists, and what we actually report on is primarily everything wrong in reporting about fat people.
Oh, and my co-writer Laura, who goes by Sweet Machine, is the one who should get credit for the “Pants, Meet Fire Extinguisher” post, not me. The bylines are tiny, though.
Thanks for stopping by Kate! I’m really enjoying your blog!